I stayed, we went, and it was a riot of a day. To blog every entertaining moment would be to create a post Tolstoyian in length and potentially not safe for work (there were some awe-inspiring reaching-for-the-skies corseted bosoms present, I’ll tell you that for free), so I’ll try to keep this of both manageable length and PG-rating.

Speaking of PG, I would like the outfit on the right, please, so that I can twirl around in public singing “Little town, it’s a quiet village / Ev’ry day, like the one before…”

The first sight I encountered upon entering the Renaissance Festival was a man draped in multiple snakes. Being Australian, I am of course used to fending off poisonous slitherers with my bare hands, but the little girl being yanked away from the snakes by her mother was clearly lacking such valuable life skills.

There were a wealth of ye olde food options available at the Renaissance Festival, but giant turkey legs do not fill my soul with glee. Giant pickles, however, are another story.

Keeping the aforementioned PG-censorship-rating in mind, I shall simply state that pickles are hilarious, and vehemently deny the existence of any other pickle photos. End scene.

Well, except for pickle photos that also incorporate THE TARDIS.

After all, if a time-period anomaly is going to show up at a Renaissance Festival, it’s going to be the TARDIS. Because then it’s not really an anomaly at all, is it? Exactly.

Say hi to Amber! Hi Amber! The blueberry beer in her cup was surprisingly delicious, despite the fact that I initially found it too sweet for my tastes. (My favourite drink that day was a combination of alcoholic cider and Oktoberfest beer, though. I’m one classy broad.)

I also say to you: olives stuffed with pickled garlic on a stick are serious business.

Less serious are slices of chocolate-covered cheesecake on a stick (thanks for being the hand model, Hillary). This was far better than I expected from pre-packaged festival fare. We were particularly amused by the hidden graham cracker crust.

With sweet and salty cravings happily sated, it was time for Amber, Matt, Hillary, and I to make our way to The Royal Smoker for an hour of bawdy songs and jokes, belly dancing, wine, snacks, and cigars.

I merely contemplated the cigar in a PG manner, of course. If I’d done anything but contemplate, I might’ve hallucinated wacky sights like, say, a Mermaid Matt.

Now Hannah, truly, did you really need any persuasion at all to stay that extra time? I think this day of hilarious fun (seriously, I want the other pickle photos) was a bonus and nothing more 🙂 A great bonus though!

I thought mermaids were female. I’ve obviously been lied to for years. I don’t think I could eat one of those pickles. Pickles should only be served cold. I can’t believe this festival goes for six weeks. That serious festival-ing. xx

hey I’ve been seeing mermaids too – and no royal smoker needed – seriously this sounds like an excellent reason to stay on with amber – a fun post – wish I had a tardis appear at festivals I go to (or gigs like the one E just played at but I wasnt’ there to see the tardis – sad face) – just a shame there weren’t any photos of you in a renaissance costume 🙂

Wow you’re going to all the festivals all around the US 🙂 did you plan it like that? I’d love to join all these festivals and try all the food that they offer at these fetes lol especially that CHEESECAKE and graham crackerssssss i want! 🙂

Oh what fun! Bizarre foods and Dr Who all in one place, this is awesome! (not that I am a Dr Who fan… my former team leader was and if he knew about this, he would turn green with envy – that would be the awesome part!)

Ah, renaissance fairs! I’ve been trying to drag Chaz to the one nearby and he’s not having it. 🙁 Endless mead and he still doesn’t want to go. Oh well. I’ll just open a bottle of mead here and dream of being there. 😀

And really? The TARDIS? I’ve never seen the TARDIS at a Renn Fair. I would seriously be looking for the Doctor if I did! 😀 “TAKE ME WITH YOU!”

What a fun day. I’m glad you didn’t inhale. Although warm fried pickles do not joy make. I thought they sounded disgusting enough, but then the snozzcumber reference. Oh dear. That nearly did me in. I must say that the TARDIS seemed the most surprising sight, but as your rightly point out a Renaissance festival is the perfect spot for a rupturing time vortex. Cheesecake on a stick? Hello atherosclerosis. Mind you I did have deep fried cheesecake on a stick at the Royal Easter Show once.

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Hannah. Writer, editor, firm believer in socks, gin, laughter, buttered toast, cheesecake, and semicolons. Currently back in Canberra after two years living in Canada; heart tingling to see what happens next.